Hey people on Fanfiction. I am so sorry I haven't uploaded the second Hawk's Call book. My mom and I are moving and all of our stuff is packed away. I haven't had a chance to get on my laptop. Since my laptop is being a retard I have to use my grandma's computer to type and I already have the beginning of Hawk's Call Book 2 saved on the laptop so I can't type it until it is fixed. Sorry for the delay. I'm sure this will cheer you up though. This is going to be like a Super Edition for Hawk's Call from Misty's point of view. Some people didn't like Misty because she tends to be a little awkward; but maybe if you hear her story you'll come to appreciate her. If you haven't read (and hopefully reviewed) Hawk's Call Book 1 go read (and hopefully review it) right now! You meet her for the first time there. Or you can read this and if you like it go back and read Hawk's Call! Reviews are greatly appreciated but flames will be used for roasting hot dogs and marshmallows before being doused with a bucket full of icy water. I'll shut my trap now and get to the story.

Prologue

I was surrounded by a world of shadows. I was dead; a mere speck of dust in this desolate world of darkness. I was no more than a cloud passing overhead; many wouldn't even have the thought to look up, much less study me…realize my potential. I was just another invisible thing in a world of pitch black.

I had been called many things in my lifetime: Mistkit-when I was first born into a clan, Mistpaw-when I became an apprentice, Mistcloud-when I became a warrior, Sweet Mist-by my mate Jinx, Misty the Cloud-when StarFire gave me my powers, and Misty-the name that I died with, the name that would hopefully be treasured by those that meant the most to me.

I hoped I wouldn't be forgotten. I prayed to StarClan that my fate was greater than just being forgotten, lost in this place of shadows, and trapped in a web of lies. They told me not to fear. They welcomed me with embracing arms but I declined. I said "no" to endless hunting in a plentiful forest of stars. I couldn't stand to go back there and live there for the rest of my mange-ridden life. So I declined my stay in StarClan and settled in with my lost comrades in the Place of Shadows. It's painful to see their hollow, sad eyes.

We can't see anything here, and we fear to travel farther than where we are, for the shadows may swallow us whole and pick at our skinny bones. It scares me here. All I ever see is the sad faces of dead Teardrop Warriors, some of whom their eyes have completely disappeared in this darkness. Their eyes were useless here so somehow they just melted into the poor animal's skull. Some of them here don't have legs; they never used them and so they disappeared…or the shadows ate them. Some of my kind here are faceless. They have heads but there are no features; no eyes, no nose, no mouth. Their faces are just a vortex of nothing.

I don't want to be like them. A faceless, limbless blob that will eventually disintegrate into the darkness…but I will be…someday. Someday I will be no more than a tiny fleck in the air or another mass of shadows.

For now though, I will just lie on a bed of nothing and remember. That's all I can do until my arms and legs shrink up into my body and my face disappears.

Strangely, my memories are vividly clear in the Place of Shadows. The darkness is overwhelming and you would think that not even thoughts of the past would break through the eternal wall of a starless night.

It makes me sad that now I will return into what I started as, a fleck of dust. The tiny sparkle of light, of hope, that StarClan formed into my being. I was meant to help the world; I was chosen for it. They made me into a cat and sent me down to Earth in a shower of rain to a loving mother and sister.

I would tell you more but one of my friends approaches. He is a wolf; like a dog but larger, leaner, and much more dangerous. I remember Zahraer telling me of his passing. His name is Xor.

"Misty the Cloud, fancy you being in the Place of Shadows," his voice was sad and hollow, "How did you get here?"

"It's a long story," I replied.

"We have the rest of our lives," Xor barked, "Tell it, I have nothing better to do except disintegrate just like the others."

What he said was true so I gulped in an airless breath and began, "It all started when StarClan chose one hundred creatures to receive magic powers and save the world as we know it from further harm…"